Michi makes me do terrible things when I'm bored at work.
"Lick it." he says, lazily bringing his boot to her lips. She obeys, running her tongue along the dirt-caked leather; the brilliant flame in her eyes reduced to a dull flicker. The only thing he can hear is the sound of absolute obedience: her light breaths and gasps as she works on his boot; the clinking of the chain leash when she shifts over to the other one. Submission suits her even better than he imagined, and he notes this with satisfaction.
He tugs on the leash without a word, and she follows him to an intricate rig of restraints and pulleys that clatter and groan as he suspends her from the ceiling. He sends her swinging with a malicious nudge, then pulls out a chest of his favorite toys. He lines them up with care, giving each whip, crop and clamp a fond caress, making sure she sees every one. The chains clink as she squirms to get a better view, unable to contain her delight.
"Master," she calls out,"please hit me."
"All in good time." he drawls, lighting a candle. "We've got all night, don't we?"
He tips the candle over her back, letting the wax drip on her bare skin.
"Take a good look at them." he orders,"I'll even let you pick which one I'll use."
"Please abuse me to your heart's content with the riding crop." she begs.
He picks up the toy in question, using it to stroke her cheek. "This one?"
"Yes, please."
"Alright. I think I can do that much."
She can't even finish thanking him before the crop strikes her with a resounding crack. On impact, she moans in pleasure and desperately pleads for more. He's more than happy to oblige, hitting her over and over, red welts marking where the leather crop struck her pale skin. Welts give way to wounds, and thin rivulets of blood start dripping down.
There couldn't be a moment more perfect than this, except for a nagging voice in the back of his mind saying,"What the hell are you doing?"
It's not his conscience-- he knows that much, and when the stench of tobacco pulls him from his pleasant daydream, he realizes who's to blame.
"Die, Hijikata."
"Hey! You're the one sleeping on the job! I should be the one killing you!"